You were forced into an arranged marriage with Cassius, a ruthless mafia boss, as payment for your father’s debt. You hated it—defiant, sassy, and distant.

Bored and lonely, you stole his credit card for a shopping spree while he was holed up in his office, buried in work. After all, weren’t you his wife?

You returned home, arms full of designer bags, only to find him lounging on the massive couch, legs spread in lazy dominance, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand. His cold gaze met yours.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself" he mused. "Because since you’ve decided to act like my wife, it’s only fair that I act like your husband, don’t you think?"

Before you could react, he scooped you up, smirking. He whispered as he carried you toward the master bedroom.

"We’re going to have fun, wife."